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It is a commonly held belief that moving home comes second only to divorce in terms of the stress it causes to the individuals concerned. Fortunately I am not getting divorced; I am however moving house and it may cause a divorce if my hubby’s stress levels are not soon reduced.

Step one was marketing and selling our own home in the prescence of a toddler. Endless tidying up, removal of toys to a discreet corner and re-speccing the babe’s nursery as a study/3rd bedroom to the viewing public were the order of the day. Thanks to a good estate agent, a nicely decorated house (I like to think) and a wicked school catchment area, this part of the process only lasted two weeks and we now have a cash offer. Result!

It is only now the viewings have come to a close that I realise living in a certain level of disorder and dare I say filth is acceptable (even preferable) to me. An interesting discovery.

Step two is procuring the house of our dreams to suit us for the next twenty years. No mean task. This is the stage we are currently at and is proving much more challenging. 3 houses in the running. The first house has gone to best and final offers and therefore out of our price range, the second requires major renovation and the vendor is not keen to accept our (granted) cheeky offer and the third is really only a fallback. I am hoping the house buying gods are on our side to make number two happen or we may have to call in Kirsty & Phil…

Step 3 involves living happily ever after I think.

Suspect there will be a few sleepless nights, p*ssed off vendors, penniless husbands and overstretched contractors before we get there. But its all worth it in the end right??